With obscura primavera by CAN as my guide I've become aware to the fact that my presence within a higher tier of vacation provided me with the opportunity to live out the truth that our reality is absurd, for why else should I be standing here on the 18th floor of an apartment in downtown Winnipeg and thinking to myself: We must'nt have yet imagined small enough numbers?
I stare down at the street and see a dark woman in white. She stands still for a time looking downward herself. When she begins to move, she does so unstably, as if she doesn't know where she's going, and I'm reminded shortly after me neither, and I'm reminded less quickly that it's easy to cry in this universe when you're doing the best that you can. And I'm reminded that I wish I had my slippers as I sit down to rest, soon-to-be innocent fun/let's see Arthur Russell
With plock plone in sounds coming into my ears I think this playlist of noise was additionally well suited as selected by my guide, you know who he is. When you're high you can feel a thought having flown away and being replaced by another and this you can feel behind your left eye. There were other words I had wanted to write here but I can no longer remember and I remember we live in a society where diaries are less cringey when called letters and given out for others to read.
Does it matter what's real when you can create your own what's real? I don't know but it's a requiem for a father s’been delivered and the duretti column where recorded.
A personal playlist entry of mine reminds that it’s when listening to seabird innovations that you can close your eyes and know exactly where to fly with your head and whether or not and how high to lift your arms and take off
I stand here high now indulging in moments while listening to jefre cantu-ledesma blare me into the faun
The taste of absurdity is reminded to me by the arrival of Noah’s Ark and it’s a cocorosie something I'm beginning to familiarize with so I can better understand what's to come and what’s going on now.
Perhaps it was just so I could say I like ii dive pt 2 just as much when I'm in Winnipeg and to be reminded the least people can do in their nicely convenient cubes in the sky in downtown Canada is to open their blinds to entertain those beneath with closed eye dance movements as you listen to your preferred sounds while high
One incredibly cool and brilliant thing about Winnipeg is it's offering to the world of a particular spot of collected Inuit subconscious, and it’s one that’s been born out primarily in sculpture. Perhaps that was what I was supposed to see came to mind when into my ears came all I want sounds from the LCD Soundsystem
I was dancing towards the window for the reason that all people do who do drugs because you're naturally drawn to the natural light with one convincing hypothesis for this being all the better for being seen by witnesses from other light years of distance and that was just natural anthem by the postal service danced out to the darkness of downtown Winnipeg against the earthly gravity of 9.807 meters per second squared. And who is it responsible for sending our written numbers off to the other light years distance with the sequence of words tied to each number to explain some internal of what previously was?
I finished the night with the coocoo's coo of #ishalllove2 and a memory in mind of a young woman sitting in solace at the Winnipeg Art Gallery who stood up and took me to a Portrait of a Lady by Lucas Cranach the Elder and there she described how an older, since hidden, layer to the image shows a shrunken head on a platter before she drifted away and I’ve never since seen her again nor do I know where she floats
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